an unknown new york number called me a couple days ago and didn’t leave a message but today they texted me and said “Are you still planning on meeting me ? I spaced” and i’m afraid to respond “who is this” because what if i was supposed to meet someone and forgot

conversation about the clown movie i keep having with everyone

me: ok but he’s a clown in a gutter. just walk away. what’s he gonna do? grab your leg? his face is right there. kick him in the head and walk away
person: well it’s super complicated because he’s actually an inter-dimensional shapeshifter who draws you in with psychological fears and-
me: look buddy there’s no way your space clown is gonna come up with some representation of being alone forever to taunt me with before i can literally turn around and walk away from his sewer

woke up to a bunch of texts from my sister from 2am about how she saw what might’ve been a cockroach or a mouse in her room so she was gonna come sleep upstairs. she has a tendency to overreact so maybe it wasn’t one of those but like. if it was i’m gonna be so pissed because yes i’m a messy person but i clean up food crumbs and trash and stuff and i’m not actually dirty so if we do have roaches or mice now, it’s absolutely her fault but i’m gonna have to deal with it because mom’s not here and my sister won’t be able to because she can’t do stuff